when  there  is  a stone  in  the puddle 
 it  is  an annoyance  to  bear in  mind, 
           an obstacle to avoid           
                                          
 when the mountain comes out of  the sea, 
 it  is   something   to   be  cherished, 
        a god's finger reached out,       
          into space, into heat           
                                          
         (force comes with scale)         
                                          
 millions   of   mirrors.   and   we  are 
           launched into space:           
                                          
 we  sail   on   the  concentrated   sun, 
 even now our ally, even in our betrayal. 
                                          
 a   stone   through   the   puddle    of 
      the helisophere. hoping to be       
 the first  scale  on  a spine  of  rock.